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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Pole to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Index,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.