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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.