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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.