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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.