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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.