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 Brunei and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.