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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.