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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.