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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines to the techno 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Television,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Inner City,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.