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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.