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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.