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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Deepchord,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.