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 Congo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Brick,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.