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 India and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.