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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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.