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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Durutti Column to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.