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 Fiji and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
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,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.