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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.