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 Macedonia and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Nico,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.