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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.