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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.