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 United States and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.