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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.