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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.