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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.