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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
The Names,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.