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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
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.