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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.