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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.