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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.