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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.