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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.