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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Organ,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.