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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.