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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.