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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.