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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Young Rascals to the dance 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.