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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Q65 to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.