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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.