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 Lithuania 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.