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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Pole,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.