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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
UT,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.