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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Index,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
The Martian,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Swans,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.