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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
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,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.