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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.