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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 United States of America to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.