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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.