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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.