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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.