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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Main Source,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.