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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.