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 Kenya 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.