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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.