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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.