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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro 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 Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.