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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.