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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
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,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Visage,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.