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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.