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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
Gong,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
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.