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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters 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,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.