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 Bolivia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.