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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.