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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.