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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.