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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.