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 Korea North 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Model 500 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.