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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.