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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Stooges to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.