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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.