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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Mojo Men to the funk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.