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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Motions to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
ABC,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.