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 Belarus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Smog,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.