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 Venezuela and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Swans,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.