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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
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,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.