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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.