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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.