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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.