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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.