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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.