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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Monks,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.