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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.