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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.