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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Stockholm and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Organ to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.