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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.