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 Portugal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Index,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.