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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.