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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.