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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Pole,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.