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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
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.