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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.