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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
JFA,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.