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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.