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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
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,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.