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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.