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 Syria and from Portland.
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 Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.