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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skaos,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.