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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Can,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.