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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.