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 France and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.