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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.