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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.