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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
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,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Fear,
The Busters,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.