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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
The Evens,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.