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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
the Association,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.