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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Japan,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.