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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.