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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
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,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Quantec,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
cv313,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.