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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.