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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
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.