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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Magma,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.