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 Syria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
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,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.