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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.