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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
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,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.