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 Indonesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Rakim,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.