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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.