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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.