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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the jazz 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.