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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.