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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.