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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
X-102,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
the Association,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.