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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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.