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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
The Monks,
The Wake,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.