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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.