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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.