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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Skarface,
The Names,
Oneida,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.