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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
World's Most,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.