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 Antigua 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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.