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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.