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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.