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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.