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 Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
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.