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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.