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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.