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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.