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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.