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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.