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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.