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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.