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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.