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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
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.