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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Gun Club to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.