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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the rock 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.