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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Visage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
The New Christs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.