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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
The Kinks,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.