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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.