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 Malaysia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
Wire,
Unwound,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.