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 Singapore and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.