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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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))),
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Can,
Bill Near,
Slave,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.