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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
UT,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.