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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crime to the techno 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
UT,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
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.