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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Vladislav Delay to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Mars,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.