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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Little Man,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
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.