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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.