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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.