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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Index to the grime 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.