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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Mark Hollis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
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.