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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
UT,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.