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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
UT,
MDC,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.