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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Model 500 to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.