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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Slave,
Suicide,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
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.