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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.