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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.