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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.