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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
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,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.