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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The Fuzztones to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.