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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.