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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.