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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Scientists,
The Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.