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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.