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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.