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 Jordan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.