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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
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,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Flipper,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.