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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Boredoms,
AZ,
UT,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.