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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.