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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
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,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.