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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.