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 Greece and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.