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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.