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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
The Sound,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
PIL,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.