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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
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.