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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.