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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Can,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.