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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.