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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Swans,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
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Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.