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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.