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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.