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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.