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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian 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?
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
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.