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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
The Move,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
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.