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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.