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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Five Americans to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Unwound,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Germs,
Can,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.