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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.