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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.