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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Brick,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.