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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Franke,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.