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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.