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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Schoolly D to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Smog,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.