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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.