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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.