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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.