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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.