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 Cuba 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.