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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.