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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
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,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.