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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
Fear,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.