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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
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 Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Crime,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.