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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.