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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
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,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.