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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.