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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Cymande,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Television,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.