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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '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 The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.