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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.