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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.