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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.