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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
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,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.