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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s.
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 The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.