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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.