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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.