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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.