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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.