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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Blues Magoos to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
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,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.