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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.