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 United States and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.