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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
10cc,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
UT,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.