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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.