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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.