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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.