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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.