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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.