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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.