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 Bahrain 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.