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 Cape Verde 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
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.