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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Can,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.