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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Camouflage,
June Days,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.