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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Kayak,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.