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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
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,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
June Days,
Nas,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
Can,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.