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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ronan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.