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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.