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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
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,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.