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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.