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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.