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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
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,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
This Heat,
The Index,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.