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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.