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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Organ,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.