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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.