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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.