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 Barbados and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.