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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
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,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.