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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Can,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.