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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
The Move,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.