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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Fugs to the disco 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.