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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.