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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.