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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.