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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.