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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.