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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Erasure,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.