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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Rotary Connection to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.