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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.