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 Moldova and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.