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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.