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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.