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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.