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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.