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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.