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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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 Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.