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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
X-102,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.