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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
DNA,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Deakin,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.