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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.