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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Zapp,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.