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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
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,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.