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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
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.