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 Kenya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.