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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily 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 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.