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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Can,
MC5,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.