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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.