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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Scion,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.