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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.