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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.