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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.