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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
the Association,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.