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 Latvia and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.