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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.