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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.