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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.