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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.