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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.