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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
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,
Shoche,
The Index,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
cv313,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.