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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Subhumans to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Urselle,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.