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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the techno 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Can,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.