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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.