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 Norway 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Monolake,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.