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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.