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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.