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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.