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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.