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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
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,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.