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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.