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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
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,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.