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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.