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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.