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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
CMW,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.