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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.