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 United States and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.