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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.