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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Slave to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.