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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
The Move,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.