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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.
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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.