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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.