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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
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,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.