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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
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,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Urselle,
MC5,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.