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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
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,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Television,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.