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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.