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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.