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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.