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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smoke to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.