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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.