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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Skaos,
Nico,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.