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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.