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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
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,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.