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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
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.