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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.