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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.