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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.