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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters 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?
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
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.