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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monochrome Set to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.