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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
the Swans,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.