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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.