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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.