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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.