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 Chad and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
AZ,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Darondo,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.