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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Ronan,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.