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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
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,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.