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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.