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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.