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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
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,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.