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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Organ,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.