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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Popol Vuh 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.