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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.