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 India and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the crunk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.