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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mummies 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.