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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.