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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
DNA,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.