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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Pole,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.