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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.