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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
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.