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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
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.