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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Scion,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.