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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Evens 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.