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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.