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 Paraguay 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.