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 Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.