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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.