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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
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,
The Busters,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Can,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.