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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.