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 Kiribati and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 rhodes and a snare 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Television,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.