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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.