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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.