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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Visage,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.