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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
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,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.