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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Inner City,
the Association,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.