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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Pole,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.