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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.