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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.