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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.