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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.