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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.