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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.