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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.