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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.