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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
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,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.