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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.