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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Japan,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
The Index,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.