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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.