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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.