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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Swans,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.