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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Fear,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.