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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.