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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
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.