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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 World's Most to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.