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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
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 Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.