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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
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,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
DNA,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.