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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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!,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.