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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.