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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.