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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.