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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.