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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.