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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Jandek to the grime 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.