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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Magma,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Index,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.