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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.