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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
X-102,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.