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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.