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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.