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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Depeche Mode to the rock 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
CMW,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.