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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
The Index,
Swans,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.