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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.