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 Bangladesh 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Aswad,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.