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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 CMW to the punk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
cv313,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.