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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.