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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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.