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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.