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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 John Cale to the punk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.