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 Armenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Japan,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.