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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.