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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.