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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
X-101,
Pagans,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.