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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
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.