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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.