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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.