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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Smiths to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.