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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Index,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.