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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Main Source to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.