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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Nas,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.