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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.