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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.