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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
ABC,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.