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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.