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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
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,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
June Days,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.