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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.