Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Television,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
cv313,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.