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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.