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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.