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 Ireland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.