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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.