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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.