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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Unwound,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
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.