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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.