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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
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,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Magma,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.