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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.