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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minnie Riperton 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lower 48,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Index,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.