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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.