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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the grunge 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.