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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the disco 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
Mars,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.