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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Nico,
Make Up,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.