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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.