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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Whodini,
June Days,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.