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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.