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 Dominica and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
June Days,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.