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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.