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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 organ 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 Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Erasure,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Brick,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.