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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.