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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
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,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Kayak,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.