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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Camouflage to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.