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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.