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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Rakim,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.