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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Pagans,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.