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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Skriet,
the Association,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.