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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.