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 Burundi and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
The Fall,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.