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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.