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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Cymande,
Brick,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Monolake,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.