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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
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,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.