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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.