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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.