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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.