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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Can,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.