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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.