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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Trumans Water 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.