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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Wings,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.