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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Angels of Light to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
PIL,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.