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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.