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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
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,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.