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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Con Funk Shun to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.