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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.