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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
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.