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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
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.