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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Josef K,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.