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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Can,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
the Normal,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.