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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Qualms,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.