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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Slave,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.