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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
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.