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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.