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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.