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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rekid 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.