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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.