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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
MDC,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.