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 Somalia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.