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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.