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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.