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 Jordan 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.