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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.