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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.