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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
DNA,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.