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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Sparks,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.