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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
the Association,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.