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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kayak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Technova,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.