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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.