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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.