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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.