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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes 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?
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.