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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.