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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
DNA,
The Move,
ABC,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Mars,
New Order,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.