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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.