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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.