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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.