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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the crunk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Q65,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.