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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Technova to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall 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?
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.