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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.