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 Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Television,
This Heat,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.