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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.