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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.