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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
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,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
The Move,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Inner City,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.