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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Scion,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.