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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.