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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.