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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.