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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.