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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.