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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.