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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.