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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.